The Qi army filed in and began to search for Lazar Khan.
All the glory and wealth are tied to him.
Asir and Chaganbari rushed to the front, leading the men straight to the Zen room.
When they found that Lhasang Khan was not found, they picked up all the monks and brought them to the square.
On the other side, Jia Hui also walked to Sakyamuni Hall.
When I entered the door, I saw a great lama lying in a pool of blood. If I looked closely, I saw that he was still struggling.
Jia Hui quickly ordered someone to call the military doctor. At this time, the great lama looked back and opened his eyes. He saw a group of Qi soldiers and smiled happily.
"General, that man ran towards, towards the back door..." The voice became smaller and smaller, but the great lama still insisted on finishing his last words.
I took one last look at the compassionate Buddha, looking at the magnificent hall where I had lived all my life. My bloodless lips seemed to want to say something more, but I had no strength to say it out. I closed my eyes in relief and passed away.
There was a sound of running behind them, and several other great lamas in the temple were pressed into the hall by Chagan Bari. When they saw the great lama lying in a pool of blood, they hurriedly put their hands together and recited the "Primary Vow Sutra".
"Give him a good burial." Jia Hui turned around and looked at the group of monks and only said one sentence. He grabbed a young novice and ran back.
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Lhasang Khan did not run towards the palace on the mountain.
Judging from the posture of this group of soldiers, it seems that they are well prepared. Who knows how much gunpowder they still have after blowing up the temple gate?
His cowardice seemed to be getting worse. The screams of thousands of people before they died made him feel frightened even after he ran far away.
As for the group of waiters in the palace and the guards composed of the descendants of various noble families?
Forget it, it sounds unlucky.
He didn't want to take the risk, and there was no suspense about where he would run.
The Northern Army is too far away, and fighting the Qi Army is already very difficult. Running there by yourself will definitely spread a lot of rumors and shake the morale of the army.
So he decided to run eastward. Anyway, he had already sent an order to Chahan Danjin of the Eastern Army to withdraw. Although 30,000 people were lost in the first battle, the casualties of the Southwest Qi Army were not small. The Eastern Army still maintained its numerical advantage. Therefore, the most Qi troops can do is hang behind the main army and monitor the evacuation.
Lazar Khan and dozens of guards quickly disappeared into the snowy night.
With the young novice leading the way, Jia Hui and others soon discovered the traces of Lhasang Khan.
A golden knife.
After Chagan Bari's identification, this is indeed something that only King Khan can possess. Lazar Khan did indeed run away from here.
Jia Hui opened the map in his mind.
On the map, a cavalry group of about forty people was running towards the east.
"Chen Jingyuan, Shui Che, and Shi Yuanxiu listen to the order! You lead two thousand people to quickly take over Sunlight City. The rest of the people will follow me to capture Laziang Khan!"
Jia Hui put on a fur coat over the armor, got on his horse and chased eastward.
Chen Jingyuan and others accepted the promise, and Niu Zhao and others also mounted their horses and chased Jia Hui.
The iron armor on the horse's chest has been taken off by Jia Hui. This thing can protect against spearmen's thrusts to a certain extent, but now it is a duel between cavalry. Jia Hui took off this thing that affects the speed and threw it away. on the ground.
There was a horse's neighing next to him, and when he turned around, he saw that they were his other two Ili horses.
Jia Hui whistled, and the two horses followed him.
He threw some bits and pieces of unimportant things on the ground one by one. He was getting further and further away from his troops, so he threw some things away as road signs.
The horse's speed gradually stabilized, maintaining a constant speed and gradually approaching Lhasang Khan's tribe.
Soon, the map showed that Lazar Khan and others had slowed down.
Seeing this, Jia Hui quickly waved his riding whip, and his horse immediately climbed up a step and ran towards Laziang Khan.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, the entire field of vision is white, and the sound of wind is filling the ears.
The old King Khan could no longer bear the high-intensity horse riding and ran wildly. His waist became more and more sore, as if it was about to break, and he quickly slowed down the horse.
Seeing this, the guard also slowed down.
Years of glory have also corroded their will, making these warriors who were once powerful on the plateau and even among the timid ones feel tired.
As soon as they got off the horse, several people fell to the ground and got up with difficulty. The others also held on to the saddle and slumped down, looking like they were in their old age.
Laziang Khan looked at these old brothers who had followed him for decades with confusion. The youngest of them was already forty, and the oldest ones were older than himself.
Years of fighting and retirement have reduced the number of the team that maintains balance on the plateau from more than 8,000 to nearly 9,000 to less than 5,000.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to recruit new people, it’s just that he really can’t trust them.
After defeating his arrogant younger brother, he suddenly selected a group of cowards. It was true that the masters of Tubo and Heshuote didn't react, but since then, every time a grassroots person emerges, he or she will be The large tribes of Tubo or Heshuote accepted him as a dog and became their disciple.
And after the new warriors who took the initiative to join him died due to various inexplicable reasons, and the remaining ones all married noble daughters of the big tribes, Laziang Khan never recruited anyone again.
Judging from this meaning, they seem to be competing with themselves to see who can live longer.
But he later discovered that he was wrong, as long as these people lived longer than his own cowards.
Laziang Khan still underestimated this group of people.
The defeat in the Northwest decades ago was caused by someone leaking his whereabouts and letting the damn Jia Daishan chase him all the way.
Qixue, who originally had nearly nine thousand men, was left with just over five thousand after the battle.
This is the most elite army on the plateau! The loss of nearly 4,000 people severely damaged his power. He who originally said that he could influence the situation of the government became the weakest among the three pillars.
So he never let his coward go to the battlefield again.
In the past few years, the number of Qie Xue has dropped to more than 4,500, which is even more excessive. They are becoming more and more rude to themselves, and they are becoming more and more blatantly confrontational in the court.
In order to maintain his rule and alleviate the increasingly intensifying antagonism between the two races, when the Timurid people came to contact him to attack Daqi, he agreed without hesitation and went ahead.
Only when internal contradictions are transformed into external contradictions can his country have a glimmer of hope.
While his mind was reeling, Lhazang Khan took out a piece of tsampa from his arms, which was taken from the offering table.
The others also took out their own food.
It’s important to replenish your physical strength.
The sound of horse hooves in the distance alerted everyone, and they quickly put the remaining things in their arms and took out their weapons.
Lao Qiongxue, who was at the back, tightened his bowstring.
The shadow of a tall human figure in the distance was getting closer and closer.
Just as the old soldier with the bow was taking aim, a black feather arrow penetrated his chest.
The force brought by the three-stone hard bow coupled with the heavy arrow instantly penetrated his old iron armor and shot through his body. An arrow appeared from behind, and the force brought by it forced him to take a few steps back and fell down unwillingly.
"Khan, let's go!" The five of them took the lead on their horses and stood in front of King Khan, intending to shoot at Jia Hui.
But as soon as he took out the arrow, he was shot down by Jia Hui. The arrow in his hand also fell to the ground.
"Khan, hurry up and I'll cover you!"
Qie Xue Qianhu, who was closest to Jia Hui, recovered from the shock caused by Jia Hui's five consecutive arrows. He jumped on his horse, drew his scimitar and rushed towards Jia Hui.
The dozen or so old Xue Xue behind him also reacted and also drew out their scimitars and rushed towards Jia Hui.
Jia Hui also rode towards Lao Qianhu. When they were still ten steps away, Jia Hui took out another heavy arrow from his quiver. His bow was like a full moon. Xue Qianhu was shocked and was about to escape. , but it was too late, he was shot between the eyebrows with an arrow, and the entire skull was blown away.
The corpse fell weakly from the horse, and the scimitar in his hand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Jia Hui quickly put the big bow into the bow bag, pulled out two short spears from his back, and slashed at the two approaching Xue Xue.
Two inferior scimitars hit Jia Hui's chest, but they were blocked by the thick leather jacket and armor made of stainless steel. They only caused Jia Hui's body to lean back, and quickly stabilized his position without causing any harm. harm.
Jia Hui threw out the short spear with his left hand again, piercing a man's neck. With a wave of his right hand, he chopped off the chainmail of the man on the right and scraped off a piece of flesh on his neck. knife, he covered the gap in his neck with both hands, lost his balance and fell off his horse, breaking his neck.
After the person on the left landed on the ground, someone raised a knife and slashed at him. Jia Hui turned to the right, pulled out a meat-cutting knife with his left hand, punched the person on the ribs, and the person in pain shrank to the side. Jia Hui He immediately straightened up and slit the visitor's throat with the knife in his left hand.
Then he threw the knife in his left hand, hitting a timid person in the eye. The man subconsciously threw away the scimitar in his hand. Jia Hui also rode up to him and slapped the knife into his head with one palm, leaving only the end of the handle exposed. A small piece of brass, the man straightened up and fell off the horse.
Several people died in the blink of an eye, which made the timid soldiers who had fought all over the plateau feel timid.
Jia Hui began to breathe heavily.
"Don't be afraid, he is almost out of strength, hurry up!"
Seeing Jia Hui's appearance after a strenuous exercise, they felt that he was the kind of fast guy who would always be quick and easy. The timid men instantly felt that it was enough, so they patted their horses and rushed forward.
Jia Hui pulled out a short spear with difficulty with his left hand, panting heavily, and looked at the people rushing over.
"No, he's just pretending, retreat quickly!" Seeing this scene, the experienced Laziang Khan vaguely remembered that decades ago, the bastard Jia Daishan also killed his general in this way.
Shouting at the few people who had already rushed out, Laziang Khan jumped on the horse again, ignoring the aching pain in his old waist. The timid people who gathered around him to watch the show saw that the Khan was about to run away from the horse, and they quickly jumped too. Get on your horse and chase after King Khan.
The cowards who rushed forward were shocked by Laziang Khan's actions. Jia Hui also felt a little emotional about Laziang Khan's decisiveness, but his attention quickly returned to the battlefield.
Before the timid soldiers could turn their heads, he knocked the horse's belly again. The horse was in pain and went a little faster. The extremely fast horse speed drove the sharp spear tip and effortlessly cut open the two men. Throat.
The few cowards behind him quickly turned their horses and chased the Khan.
Jia Hui quickly threw short spears from both hands, hitting him in the back and falling off his horse. It seemed that he would not survive.
Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, the speed of the war horse suddenly slowed down. Jia Hui quickly took out the big bow from the left side, drew out the long arrow, drew the bow full of strings, aimed at the last broken Qie Xue, raised the bow slightly, Letting go, a long arrow shot out, hitting the man in the back of the heart, and fell on the horse's neck. The horse rushed forward for more than ten steps without knowing it, and then the body on its back was shaken off the horse.
There was a sound of horse hoofbeats from behind, and his two Ili horses followed the large army.
Jia Hui breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and dismounted, but did not immediately remove the saddle from the horse's back. It was a cold day, and he could not let the horse suffer from the cold.
"Brother!" Niu Zhao rode next to Jia Hui and jumped to the ground without stopping.
Jia Hui looked at his legs with emotion.
"If you don't get off your horse properly, you will regret it sooner or later."
"This...change it, change it, I will definitely change it." Niu Zhao just wanted to retort a few words, but when he saw Jia Hui glare at him, he immediately changed his words.
"Okay, let's find a sheltered place and set up a quick-destruction camp. Have a good rest and continue to chase him tomorrow. Those old guys are not strong enough and can't run far." After saying that, Jia Hui rode on the horse that was led by a knight. Ma, looked at the map and walked to the southeast.
